Serenity Shattered

January 16, 1985|By Barbara Ryan.

CHICAGO — I took my dog for a walk on a wonderfully warm day down along the Fullerton lagoons. I was enjoying the beauty and cleanliness of our city park and the serenity of having a day off while the rest of the people worked. Suddenly, my piece of mind was shattered: There was a robotic voice, repeating its monotone message over and over and over again.

And what was its important contribution to the environment? In a raspy voice, it gave the warning: ``Attention. Attention, please. Danger. Thin ice. No skating.``

I, for one, would rather see a bilingual ``Thin Ice`` sign than have my already city-worn ears assaulted by this mindless intruder. I would hope that the lakefront could be spared the reminders of the computer age. It should remain our haven.